Yello

Mi grandma has a fig tree in her farm. It never gives a single good fig, they are always tasteless and hard. She always says "For St. Peters night we have to punch the hell out of it  it with a wood stick so next season is going to give us good figs" She never does it. That's why our figs are tasteless and hard.

Boeing 201

Anytime that I travel by plane, I try to do some shoots of Concepcion bay. Specially when is cloudy and as this misterious aura.

Remolinos.

Fields and fields.

Sweet tooth

Nutella. Croissant. Tea. Milk. Fruit.

Ciruelo

Today is 20th, and in 2 hours, we say bye bye to summer. And I'm already with a small flu and is raining outside. But oh well. 

In another note, in my little mind obsessed with Japan, this plum-tree is close enough to a Sakura tree. So I'm taking pictures of it all the time.

Facing

Manzanilla